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No one screamed, no one even asked why.
It was just like everything had somehow, quietly died.
So let it die!
I can‘t recall much of what happened next.
I was on my way to visit this woman I‘knew.
All we had in common was good sex,
And now I‘couldn‘t even remember her address.
A group of us, just strangers, got together and we formed a committee to discuss the problem.
We talked about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional responsibility.
I couldn‘t remember my name, so I‘called myself bob.
It’s weird being a bob, but i‘ll get used to it.
I have to.